Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing a-ha to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Nas,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.